I had a dream last night it was my twenty-first birthday and by six o’clock, nobody had wished me a happy birthday — not my girlfriend, not family, not friends — and I was just waiting for someone to say something, but nobody was saying something. And then a scrawny kid with blond hair, along with his two cronies, he made fun of me while I was walking by myself on campus, and I ended up putting him in a headlock and calling him a “mother-fucker.” The scrawny blond haired kid went to the school administration and tried to get me in trouble for this, and I kept saying that it was my twenty-first birthday, why don’t you give me some slack.
It’s that, maybe I have a fear of abandonment.
